writing stories

writing stories


fireside by which she's seated

and she's rocking in poppa's old chair 

with its comforting aroma of woodsmoke and whiskey

her fingers fret over nylon strings

and she hums a new melody that seems 

somehow familiar as she sings of love and of passion and things

riverside by which he's seated

and he's rocking on an old wooden chair

as woodsmoke drifts aimlessly in the breeze

his fingers strumming a vintage guitar

humming a new melody that seems

somehow familiar as he sings of love and passion and things

unexpectedly their two hearts collide in a crowded room

and somewhere, shrouded in mystery

ink flows upon the gloom of an empty page

forming ethereal patterns on an ancient parchment 

for the very first time they engage

their lips part with words

they converse 

each tells the other that less is said than is heard

and playful spirits tug of war somewhere outside this earth

slender fingers entwine as eyes grow tired 

and each feels a burning desire 

to know the other yet more

for surely this one day is not enough 

lest the other might another love

and heavenly languages continue to scribe

the joy of two dancing spirits 

time after time

turning page after page alive with yearning

as finally hearts and bodies converge

and marriage vows emerge upon yet another empty page 

and tempting me somewhere farther away 

so as not to unsettle the motion

of this most beautiful of days

their book is scarcely begun tho stories continue to unfold

one day to their childrens wide eyed children to be told 

late at night around a campfire with a familiar melody playing 

on old nylon strings as music fills the air and young love sings

and whilst woodsmoke keeps them warm out there

spirits write another chapter of this dear couples book

dare come and have a closer look 

unravel those beautiful mysteries within


For Ruth and Ian with love on their wedding day 23/07/2011


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